the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
When guests are arriving soon for a party/gathering at my parents’ house, I can always mark it by the music that Dad will have turned on in the living room. It used to always be George Winston, which made me think of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now he nearly always turns on Josh Ritter, which I don’t associate so much with Thanksgiving/Christmas as I do with a hundred other things. They still add up to home.
“Take me deeper past the lights
where nothing dims these stars”
Ingrid Michaelson – Soldier
Jukebox the Ghost – Empire
Arashi – Truth (Music Box version)
Have been organizing and clearing some old files on computer and moving many things to discs; also organizing discs and coming across many memories.
Just refreshed my appreciation for Death Note (the anime, manga, and movies; all gold).
Also, watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog again; funness. But, while she is adorable, I am still really disappointed with the choice for female lead; she doesn’t display half as much character as the two other leads. Also unchanged is that several of the songs keep running through my head unendingly and will likely do so for another week or so (before going back to just occasionally, randomly), but that should be true for everyone who watches it.
*update: Actually, it got replaced rather quickly this time by the Man of No Importance soundtrack.. I liked the live production’s version better than the Original Cast Recording, but glad to find it anyway.
Have been reading mostly scifi lately, and quite happy with the books.
Have fully caught up on Naruto and have been rewatching more eps than I intended, but happy with all of it. I love Naruto (characters, stories, production, intention) more than ever.
Visited three different doctors’ offices in one day.
I think I am about to become a really big fan of rhodiola.
Waiting on three books, all parts of series, expected to be released in 2011 (although one might never be finished/published…ever).
I generally prefer paperbacks to hardcovers; I like my hardcover books, but I’m much more likely to carry a paperback out of the house than a hardcover.
I don’t know why it’s 3:30am and I’m not attempting to sleep. Falling asleep has not been an issue for me in years. Going to bed remains an inconsistent activity.
I really like (good) food. Oh, I enjoy eating some spicy stuff now — although I still prefer it with buffer of rice/bread/yogurt/cucumber or something or other to offset. Still do not eat wasabi, but I can see being a fan one day.
I’m very nearly at 300.
Many birthdays this week. But one.
We gamble all the time; we act as if we’re promised tomorrow. So much is assumed. I assume I will wake tomorrow; otherwise, I would not sleep now.
>:O
That face does not remotely convey the anger it should.
I wasn’t afraid of being left alone, I was afraid of keeping him from someone I thought he might be fundamentally in love with. When I eventually met her, I wasn’t put at ease at all by her appearance or personality, but because I could see that, whatever and how much she was to him, he wasn’t in love with her.
The Last Five Years soundtrack
The Rescues
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